Last night I woke up several times choking to death. In the wee hours of the morning, I could not figure out why this was happening. This morning, after spitting out, swallowing, and hacking away with a pitchfork, I realized it was phlegm. I had a good long hard laugh at myself when I realized this.
I love our family doctor. I'm constantly concerned that I'm a hypochondriac, and he knows this. Lucky for me (lucky?) we usually leave with a prescription (and a refill, he knows us) of antibiotics. Yesterday was no exception.
He also informed me I have a long, uphill battle ahead of me. Being pregant ultimately means my immune system is on a sabatical, allowing my little peanut to remain in an undisturbed state of bliss.
Result: I may be choking on my phlegm for some weeks to come.
On the flip-side, monkey #3 is kicking up a wild storm, and I'm lovin' every minute of it!
On the flip-flip-side (would that be a 360?) I received these text-messages from my favorite step-mom yesterday and my naieve thoughts in between:
Cheri is on a plane to Seattle (oh good, glad she's on her way home, probably misses her family) Grandma is sound asleep after a successful surgery (thank heavens everything went fine) Tim and I are home ALONE. We are running around the house naked and screaming because we can! (Does anyone have a gun I could borrow...I only need one bullet...straight to my head...) TEXT 2: Woops, forgot to close the blinds. Need to be bailed out of jail.Haha, I love my step-mom. She really knows how to keep me updated! I'm also thankful she doesn't read my blog. I think I might be in trouble for posting that. But what mama don't know...